Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.